Gemotions

The school felt smaller than he remembered. Walls that had once seemed imposing now appeared pastel and childlike. He tapped his foot, the faux-wood laminate flooring echoing in the empty hallway. Mrs. Gable. His gut churned. He pictured her, the same rigid bun, the same disapproving glare. He remembered the red pen, the relentless corrections. Now, his son, Finn, would face the same scrutinizing gaze. A thin smile played on his lips as he signed the permission slip for the field trip, a trip he knew Mrs. Gable wouldn't approve of.